When she sat down after finishing her papers her face was always becomingly flushed with pleasure.
Nothing, not even pleasure, was becoming to Mrs.Sturtevant.

Life itself was unbecoming to her, and the worst of it was nobody knew it, and everybody said it was due to Mrs.Sturtevant's lack of taste, and then they pitied the great doctor anew.

It was very fortunate that it never occurred to Mrs.Sturtevant to pity the doctor on her account, for she was so fond of him, poor soul, that it might have led to a tragedy.
The Zenith Club of Fairbridge always met on Friday afternoons.

It was a cherished aim of the Club to uproot foolish superstitions, hence Friday.

It did not seem in the least risky to the ordinary person for a woman to attend a meeting of the Zenith Club on a Friday, in preference to any other day in the week; but many a member had a covert feeling that she was somewhat heroic, especially if the meeting was held at the home of some distant member on an icy day in winter, and she was obliged to make use of a livery carriage.
There were in Fairbridge three keepers of livery stables, and curiously enough, no rivalry between them.